I need to remind myself this fact a lot. I haven’t had to lately, but sometimes this familiar feeling crawls into my heart and stomach and it makes me feel sick and sad.
And what’s the point?
None of it matters.
When did it ever matter?
Actually…it’s sometimes good to realize and remember these things, even if they hurt at the time because…I kind of need to. It’s a reality check. It makes me feel super-awful but I also kind of want to laugh.
I tend to think I get the shit end of the stick…but maybe I’ve had it all wrong this whole time. Maybe there still is some hope in someway somehow.
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